That's about the total number of folks on active duty and in the reserve components of the U.S. Armed Forces.
Parsell should have been lucky the clerk didn't have a real gun and blew him away to Kingdom Come.
That's about the total number of folks on active duty and in the reserve components of the U.S. Armed Forces.
Fine. Send them into Iraq to handle the insurgents. We'll keep America's finest out of harm's way, we'll reduce the population of our societal rejects, and the insurgents will wish they were dealing with the good guys again.
Prisoners that commit violent felonies should be summarily executed.
Call the waaaaaaaambulance.
The bottom line is, prisons have to prevent rape within their walls. If a victim contracts AIDS because of a prison rape, that's a lawsuit and a potentially grand settlement.
I wonder how Valerie Plame is doing these days? I wonder how many new friends she has, how many packs of cigarettes she is worth.
I've thought about this, and I'm quite reluctant to suggest it, since it involves a supremely immoral act. However, I think that if a person in prison gets raped, he should at least consider killing his attacker. I don't know how much good merely injuring the agressor in retaliation would do, and killing the sub-human bastard would hopefully deter other rapes and prevent the inmate from becoming someone's "bitch" (love-slave). He should just take care not to get caught, or it could be a lifetime in prison or the needle...
Call me cold, vicious, callous, whatever, but there, I've said it...
He got $50 for what he now calls "a stupid impulsive prank." The incident landed the 17-year-old Parsell in an adult jail, where on his first night, an older inmate spiked his drink with Thorazine and sexually abused and raped him.
Nope, he got much more than the $50.......
Rape: anytime, anywhere, anywho, anyhow should be a capital crime, punishable by death.
At my age, I'm not worried about it. If I was locked up, no one would want a 50 year old.....and if they tried, I'd feed 'em their balls.
Still.........it's a despicable thing. No one should be subjected to this.
Every time one of these threads comes up, it's surprising how many Freepers support such behavior.
It's like the penalty that the Mabongo tribe has.
You see, Bill Clinton, John Kerry, and Ted Kennedy were fact-finding in darkest Africa, and were captured by the Mabongo. They were brought before the chief, and first he addressed Ted.
"You have profaned our sacred lands," the chief intoned. "There are only two penalties, and the choice is yours: Death, or Bongo!"
Kennedy asked for a drink, which was refused, and then he decided. "Death is pretty final," he said. "Give me Bongo."
"Bongo!" shouted the chief, and the whole tribe began chanting "Bongo, Bongo, Bongo!," beating their drums, and behaving like, well, savages.
Then ten strapping Mabongo warriors came out and, one after another, had their way with the aged Senator. He was left in tears, but alive, and clutching his pants to hold them up, he shuffled off into the jungle.
The chief then fixed his beady eyes on John Kerry.
"I was in Vietnam," Kerry said.
"I know the Vietnamese," the chief said. "Taste like chicken. But enough stalling. You have profaned our sacred lands. It's up to you: Death, or Bongo!"
Kerry swallowed, which with his long turkey neck bought him a few seconds. He was not at all keen on being the date of ten strapping warriors (not unless they were very, very wealthy). For the first time in his life, he didn't want to be photographed -- with his luck the Swift Boat Veterans and POWs For Truth would get hold of it. But he wasn't eager to die. "Ted survived it," he thought, "and he's older and way out of shape." He reluctantly said, in a very low voice, "Bongo."
"Did you hear that!" crowed the chief. "Bongo!" The whole tribe began chanting "Bongo, Bongo, Bongo!," and beating their drums, and then the strapping Mabongo warriors came out.
But to Kerry's shock and dismay there were not ten warriors, but a hundred. And, one after another, had their way with the junior Senator. It was only his fitness-obsessed body that let him survive it (and his fondness for all things French that let him enjoy it a little). It took some time for him to rise up from the sacrificial altar, and, groaning, shuffle off into the jungle.
Bill Clinton observed this without a word, but his steel-trap Rhodes Scholar mind had closed on the idea that the next logical number in the sequence that begins 10, 100 is not a survivable Bongo session.
His lip quivered, but he faced the chief bravely, his lip quivering like it did when Hill choked up on the rolling pin. "Y'all don't need to give me your little speech," the ex-President announced. "I'll take Death!"
The chief rocked back on his bamboo throne, shocked for a moment into silence. Then he showed his teeth in a wide grin and announced: "Death... by Bongo!"
And the villagers began chanting "Bongo, Bongo, Bongo!," and beating their drums...
d.o.l.
Criminal Number 18F
If he kept the money, it wasn't a prank. Amazing that he's still in denial that he ever robbed anyone.
I hope our society finally is getting serious about this problem. It sickens me how often prison rape is looked on as an acceptable form of punishment or a joke.